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THE POST OF DUTY. 


A 

FUNERAL DISCOURSE 


IN M K M O R Y a h' 

(120 Eegt. N. T. S. Vol.,) Ca ■ ^ ' 

KILLED AT THE BATTLE OF GKTT iTSBUllGH, JULY 2d, 1863, 


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n E V. F. N. Z AB R I S K I E , 

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Pastor of the 2d Eef. Dutch Church, Coxsaokie, N. Y. 


FXTBZiZSHCD BY HBdUEST. 


F. C. DEDRICK, PRINTER, UNION OFFICE, 
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Text. “Blessed is that servant whom liis Lord, when ho 
comelh, sliall find so doing.”— Matt. xxiv. 4G. 

There are many views to be taken of this world 
and the life we are liviii;; in it. There are narrow 
minds and eartfiward wiiicli can see no 

liigher mission for men than to be gatherers of daily 
bread and shining gold. There are trifling natures, 
■wlio live like the humming-bird, diving into every 
briglit thing in the hope of finding some honeyed 
pleasure. Millions cannot relinquish the fond delu¬ 
sion that life is given them for enjoyment, and are 
kept forever miserable by the irreconcilable hostility 
between their theory and the stern realitv. Most 
men, with a lingering trace of the old Epicurean 
Philosophy, can give no better account of their exist¬ 
ence thandhat “it is theirs and they must e’eu niak« 
the best of it.” All, you see, unite on this one 
common ground, (and it is the radical error of 
them all,) that life is given for its own sake—as an 
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all“SufRcient end, and not merely a means to some¬ 
thing still higher or more essential. 

8uc;li is not the Christian philosopliy of existence, 
as it comes to us in simplo but profound languaga 
from the lips of the great Teacher. Ilis eye looked 
down from its starry heights of Divine contempla¬ 
tion upon this woild, as upon a gieat battle-plain of 
Duty. Over its broad surface men had their posts 
assigned, some here, some there—some to periorni 
one kind of duty, some another. Some to stan I afar 
off troiii the rest in solitary picket, some to act as 
vigilant scouts upon the outskirts, and others to 
stand up and fight with the great multitude. St)m 9 
as officers to direct the movements of their fellows, 
some to e:iuip and feed rather than stand in the 
ranks themselves. But all, whether directly or in¬ 
directly, to fight the good fight of Duty. 

Or, (to slightly vary the illustration, so as to 
make it conform more exactly to the passage from 
which my text is taken,) Glirist views us all as ser¬ 
vants, to whom he has assigned places and duties in 
the world, and then withdrawn for a season, to 
reappear at length and call us to a strict account. 
Meanwhile, tho.se servants are behaving in very dif¬ 
ferent spirit There are two sorts of them—evil 
servants, and faithful and wise ones. The former 
spend their time in selfi-h and oftlmes criminal in¬ 
dulgence, seeking their own and not their Master’s. 
Tlie latter, mindful of their relations to their Lord, 
are found in their places, diligently performing their 




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parts. And “Blessed,” says that voice which shall 
pronouice our doom at the Eternal Judgment, 
“ Blessed is that servant, whom his Lord when Ue 
cometh shall find so doing.” 

Eellow-iinmortals, 1 have no purpose to expand 
and thus dilute the words of Him who spake as never 
man spake.—But, standing here by the remains of 
a fallen comrade in the ranks of life, I wish to lay 
my finger successively on certain words in this 
great octave of Truth spoken by our Savior, and 
draw forth the ins[)iring music there is in them. 
As we are t> stand together once again before 
the Great White Throne, I charge you to remember 
these things. And remember, first, that 

You and I are servants of theLord God Almighty. 
Our repudiation or neglect of our duties does not 
alter that relation. We may be “ unprofitable” or 
even “ evil” servants, but servants we are, all the 
same. We maj* be working only fin’ ourselves and 
letting God s work lie waste, in our own hearts and 
in the world around us. We may be working 
directly against God, and making extra work for 
those who are faithful. We may be sliirking the 
labor, and still ex[iecting the wages. But we do 
not alter in the least our position or our obligations. 
Tlie task lies there inexorably before us, whether 
done or undone. Our post assigned is yonder, 
even though we have deserted it or are sleeping at it. 

What answer does conscience give to this first 
note which I ring out from my Savior's words ? I 


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have heard the Calliope, as I passed down the river, 
draw forth from the echoing headlands sounds as 
cleirand melodious a^ if the hap[)y spirits of the 
hills were singing for us; then again, shrieks as 
wild and awful as if we were nearing the gates of 
hell. Methinks these words of Jesus must evoke 
a like response from all our consciences, just in 
proportion as we have lived on earth for self or 
duty. 

Yes, duly ! In that small and simple and (per¬ 
haps it may seem to you) stern word is comprised 
the secret of this strange but interesting Problem, 
which we call Life. That word is the keynote of 
the solemn music that floats upward from our Sav¬ 
ior’s words, as I press with trembling finger the 
text before me. 

“ Tis not the whole of life to live." 

If so, the longest life would be the most desirable 
and successful one. But, even as books and pictures 
are not valued according to their size nor yet the 
decorations of their frame and cover, but by the 
degree in which they serve the object of their 
authors ; so this life of ours is to be measured not 
by years but by deeds, by the degree in which it has 
accomplished the end for which our great Task 
master gave it to us. 

Duty ! it is a grand word, fmbidding to the trifler 
or the rebel in God’s service but to be lovingly had 
in reverence by all the true and the good. The 
touchstone that reveals all hearts, dividing the 




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sheep from the goats. A rugged path and narrow 
—and he who treads it must take up his cross, for 
he follows Jesus. The few who walk that way will 
seldom find it running parallel to the will of the flesh 
or the way of the world. Consequently, they will be 
called to deny self and to relinquish the applause 
of men. The soldier of Duty must make up his 
mind to “ endure hardness”—to encounter frowns, 
persecutions and toils—to abnegate self all along the 
way, and perhaps at the end to lay down his life. 
But dt is nevertheless a glorious path ! He is fol¬ 
lowing the voice of God, that grows more and 
more distinct as he advances. He is listening to the 
angel and not the animal or the devil within him¬ 
self. His path is an upward one, and at every 
step he is leaving the world behind and rising into 
clearer, calmer regions of peace and nobleness. He 
is following in the track of all the best and bravest 
who have walked the earth—the glorious company 
of the Apostles-the goodly fellowship of the prophets 
-the noble army of martyrs-an innumerable cloud 
of witnesses for God, of whom the world was not 
worthy. Hay, he 

“ Walks the same path tlie Saviour trod, 

The path to glory and to God.” 

Yes, 

“ Blessed is he who can divine 
Where real right doth lie, 

And dares to take the side that seems 
Wrong to men’s blindfold eye. 


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0 ! learn to scorn the praise of men ! 

0 ! learn to lose for God! 

For Jesus won the world through shame, 

And beckons thee his road.” 

What a solemn question then it becomes for each 
of us, my fellow-servants, “ What post of duty has 
my God assigned to me ?” It is the, question of 
life, including and involving all subordinate consid¬ 
erations of home and occupation and rank and 
worldly condition. It is not to be decided without 
wrestling prayer for divine enlightenment and'rigid 
scrutiny of our own motives, nor yet without a 
careful review of that field which is no less broad 
than the world, and of our own adaptations and 
the calls of Providence. It usually is found close 
at hand. It always is, until we see a better reason 
to go elsewtrere. But it may be in a far different 
sphere, liigher or lower in the estimation of men. 

He, who listens for the voice of God in Provi¬ 
dence and conscience and in the groans of a suffer¬ 
ing world, will not be long in determining. 

Let it not be taken for granted that the path of 
duty lies outside the common, daily walks ot life. 
Sometimes the great Captain details certain chosen 
followers for special duty. He has given to some to 
be Apostles, orbs which he filled with his own 
reflected radiance and sent out into all the world to t- 
liglit up the darkness of its night; and to some 
Prophets, standing out in the ages when they 
lived like Chimborazos and Mt. Blancs to lift the 
gaze of men to Heaven and to herald on their 


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lofty peaks the coming dawn ; and to some Evan¬ 
gelists, to leave their country and their father’s 
house and, taking their lives in their hands, to be 
God’s skirmishers among the outposts of Ilis enemy 
and ours. But ordinarily He calls men to be simply 
merchants and larmers and mechanics and laborers 
—to be fathers and mothers, and sons and daughters 
—to be housewives and school children, neighbors 
and church members and Sabbath School Teachers 
and office-holders in Church or State. Someiime.«, 
ns in these tumultuous days, we are callc-d to take 
our share of the perils and privations of war; but 
usually we are left to tread the paths of peace, 
requiring ofttimes as brave a spirit. Sometimes 
he calls men to die for him, (alas ! our saddened 
hearts cannot forget that to-day,) but ordinarily 
he calls us to live for him—to fill up faithfully 
and usefully the place he has given us in the safe 
and level round of everyday existence. 

Let us each be sure, then, that we are at the 
post of duty to which God has assigned us ; that 
we ore not shutting our eyes to his beckonii g finger 
nor our ears to his animating call. For only thus 
can we expect the blessing. And then, let us be 
sure that we straggle not from our place in the ranks 
nor slumber in our sentry box. Let this bo our 
motto, “ Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it 
with, all thy might.” 

“ Oh! sleep not then as others do ! 

A.wake, be vigilant, be brave ! 




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The coward, and the sluggard too, 

Must wear the fetters of the slave.” 

For, my fellow-servant, our Lord is coming / 
lie, who bade the world farewell on tlie slope 
of Olivet, shall come again in the clouds of heaven, 
and every eye shall see Him. In that far country 
whither he has gone, though concealed f^’oin us, 
we have not been concealed from him. And ho 
wall be as rigid in calling us to account as he was 
gracious in assigning us posts of honor and of duty 
in his service. Strangely the whole world slumbers 
and sleeps during his absence, the wise and foolish 
virgins alike. And yet we know not the day nor the 
hoar when the Son of man cometh. At any hour 
of the day or night—amid the peaceful stillness of 
the Sabbath or the busy scenes cf week-day toll 
that cry, “ lie cometh !” may peal across our skj' ; 
and “ as the li^htnino: cometh out of the east and 
shineth even unto the west, so the coming of the Son 
of Man shall be.” 

But the Master may not bid us tarry till he come. 
He may send for us where he is. But wdiether we 
go to him or he come to us, whetlier Death or the 
2nd Advent be his under Sheriff to summon us to 
Judgment, it is all the same. There is the same 
uncertainty about the one event as the other. We 
know not what a day may bring forth. The missiles 
of death are flying through tliis quiet village as 
truly as on the battle-field of Gettysburgh. There 
is one event unto all. There are no exempts in this 


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war. Inexorable Death hae no tenderness towai ls 
the babe or the grey-haired man. Ho vindicates his 
sovereignty by strilving down the strongest, and 
his ruthlessness by taking the fairest. It is ap¬ 
pointed unto all men once to die, and after that 
the Judgment. 

Yes, Hearer, the Lord cometh “ Ho cometh to 
judge the world in righteousness, and the people 
with his truth.” And let every soul of man respond 
“ Amen! Even so come. Lord Jesus !” And let 
every one awake to ask himself the question. Am I 
ready for his appearing ? For 

“ Blessed is that servant, whom his Lor 1 when 
He cometh shall find so doing.” And what does 
that mean ? Why, simply doing his duty, at the 
post where the great Commander has assigned him, 
and doing faithfully the work which beloigs to his 
station in the feir of God/and in the faith of 
Christ. Verily, I say unto you. He shall make that 
servant ruler over all his goods. He shall promote 
that soldier to a proportionately high command in 
the armies of heaven. He that has faithfully served 
on earth shall judge angels. 

My friends, it is a very simple thing. I reveal 
unto you no mystery. It is a very simple thing to 
be found “ so doing.” Iteligion or Duty is nothing 
more nor less ttian this—doing the will of our 
Father who “is in heaven, doing it with reference to 
every charge he has given us .to keep and every 
post where He has stationed us. He has given 
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you a &oul —and this is the "will of God, even your 
salvation. That soul is a pearl of great price, the 
most precious treasure which he has committed or 
could commit into your hands. As his servant, 
you are to see that it be not lost, but restore it to 
him richer and fuller of celestial light and beauty 
than he gave it, God has given you a place in his 
church, and has said “go work in my vineyard.’* 
See that you are no idler there. God has given 
you a country—see to it, that the wild boar out of 
the woods do not break through its Ledges and 
despoil its fair enclosures. God has given you a 
Government, and said “ the Powers that be are or^ 
dained of me,” See to it that you sustain them, as 
the ordinance of heaven. God has given you a 
Union, spanning the- Continent like a rainbow of 
hope to the world. See to it that when your earthly 
citizenship shall end, as ye hope to inherit a better 
country, ye transmit this uusevered to your pos¬ 
terity. God has placed you, Oh strong naan, 
where you may help the weak ; Oh freeman, where 
you may defend the oppressed; Christian, where 
you may enlighten the darkness of a world and send 
his saving health among all nations. See to it that 
you pass not by on the other side, nor coldly ask 
who is my neighbor ?’* 

Ye Servants of the Lord, 

Each in his office stand, 

Observant of his heavenly word 
^nd watchful of his hand. 




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Watch! tis your Lords command— 

And while we speak, he’s near.— 

Mark the first signal of his hand> 

And ready all appear ! 

0 ! happy servant he, 

In such a posture found! 

He shall his Lord with raptui‘e see, 

And be with honor Crowned, 

These are the thou|?ht3 which rolled through 

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my mind, as soon as the sad and startling tidings 
were borne to us from the bloody field of Gettys^ 
burgh, that Lansing Hollister hal fallen And the 
lesson is as freshly graven in my mind and con¬ 
science to-day as on that terrible morning. God 
grave it deeply and enduringly on every one of 
yours ! 

I do not claim for Capt. Hollister your admiration, 
for any of those gifts of genius or for any of those 
conspicuous achievements, which lift men up to a 
preeminence among their fellows. What advancing 
years might have developed, I have no means of 
conjecturing. He was but a stripling of less than 
twenty-three when his earthly career was suddenly 
arrested. But I do claim for him the reverent honors 
of all, who can appreciate the nobility there is in 
fidelity to duty. As I look back over his brief 
career, I feel that this is the simple but sublime les¬ 
son which it teaches to us all, and especially to his 
young contemporaries. This one glorious word he 


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lieirg dead yet speal^etli—Duty ! Live and, if need 
be, die for duty ! Young men of Coxsackie ! Young 
men of Clayerac'k ! You, whose services in the field 
have made you the young men of America, and some 
of wliom have stood beside liirn in the hail of bat¬ 
tle ! Heed those noble words from the fiiend, the 
schoolmate and the comrade, whom you will never 
see again on earth. 

A^esI l.ansing Hollister’s was a straight-forward 
life of duty. He was dutiful to his parents. “ He 
never gave us an unkind woid,” is their unsolicited 
testimony to his filial conduct from earliest child¬ 
hood. And who, that ever looked into his mild blue 
eye or observed his gentle and manly bearing at all 
times, but will be prepared for such a testimony. It is 
in the home tliat the character is at once formed 
and displayed, which is to mark the career of the 
man in all the subsequent relations of life. A 
good sou will make a good citizen, a good soldier, 
a good captain and the best Christian. 

He was faithful to duty in his sehcol-life The 
presence of his respected Teacher and of his fellow 
students is sufficient attestation of the respect with 
which his memory is cherished by them. They feel 
that a new honor has been reflected upon the Hud¬ 
son Ixiver Institute by the brief but worthy career 
of its late pupil. He was faithful to the duties of 
a soldier. In times of peace, he would have been 
one of our most valued and useful citizens. But he 
was called to take his part among men at a time, 




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when the liberties of his native land were threat¬ 
ened by the most powerful rebellion in history, 
lliougli in a course of training for a very different 
hind of life, he broke loose at once from his studies, 
fr-eling that his country called just now for soldiers 
more than scholars. He enlisted as a private in the 
famous 44th N. Y. In this brave band of picked 
men lie soon approved himself one of tlie bravest and 
best, and was rapiJly rising in the line of pro¬ 
motion wdien taken sick. Ilis constitution seemed 
so shattered that it was deemed prudent to give him 
a disctiarge. But gradually recovering his health, 
his patriotic zeal would not let him remain at hom^, 
and he met the call of G-jvernment by attempting 
to raise a company last summer. Wo all know how 
jmtiently and perseveringly he toiled fur this end, 
and how at last his efforts were crowned with suc¬ 
cess. And when we bade him a proud farewell, as 
his tall and martial form passed by at the head of 
his gallant company to the scenes of danger, our 
hearts and hopes went with him. Nor have wo been 
disappointed or shamed by his subsequent career. 
Every report, which has come to us Irom the camp 
or the battlefield, has borne testimony alike to his 
popularity and efficiency. Says one, wdio has min¬ 
gled much with his men and seen much of their 
young Captain, “There is not an officer in the Army 
of the Potomac more beloved and respected, nor 
one more brave and capable than Lansing Hollis¬ 
ter.” It manifests no ordinary qualities of miiid 
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and character, that a youth of twenty-two should 
have maintained such an ascendancy over a com¬ 
pany composed of those who had mostly hnown him 
from his boyhood. It indicates a union of firm¬ 
ness, kindliness and ability of no common order, * 

But,far above even his fidelity as a soldier and an 
officer, shines his Patriotism. He was faithful in the 
duty he owed his country. The conspiracy, which 
aimed at the life and glory of his native land, was 
liateful and hideous to him. Consequently, he was 
incapable of calmly looking on and coldly criticizing 
those who were doing all in their power to save it, 
while the foundations of all that is precious to this 
nation and to humanity were being undermined. 

He sprang up at the call of the Government, recog¬ 
nizing it as the call of God, saying, “ Here am I. « 

Send me !” He was willing cheerfully to fling his 
young life into the breach, and abide all the hazards 
of the most destructive war which was ever waged 
on earth. And he oflered himself none the less wil¬ 
lingly, because he believed that in maintaining the 
liberties of his own race, he was aiding to redeem 
and elevate the oppressed and poor of another. 

Thank God, that the spirit of the Master was in 
thee, young hero!—the Master, who shall say, 

*[Notk. I am informed that Capt. Hollister’s superiority as a tactician 
was so conspicuous, that he was frequently called to drill not only the 
men belonging to other companies, hut even the officers of his Regi¬ 
ment. 1 am also informed, that in battle he woula not content himself 
with directing others but would seiie musket and fight shoulder 
shoulder with his men.] 



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“ Forasmuch as as ye did it unto one of the least 
of these my brethren, ye did it unto me.” 

And this leads me to say, finally, that he was faith¬ 
ful iu the duty he owed his God. Lansing Hollister 
was a Christian. In th3 days of his youth he re" 
membered his Creator. He did not wait till life 
should be a burden to throw it on the Lord. But he 
gave God the very bloom and dew of his youth. And, 
having made tnis consecration of himself as a pen¬ 
itent and believing sinner to iiis Redeemer, he was 
uot long in ayowing it. Like a good soldier of Jesus 
Christ, he flung his banner to the air and arrayed 
himself upon the Lord’s side. A little more than two 
years ago he stood, in all the vigor of youth, on 
the very spot where his lifeless form reposes to-day, 
and enlisted in the ranKs of that militant church who 
have vowed to follow Jesus iu life and in death. 
And I am yet to learn that, from that hour to this, 
he has been recreant to his vow or brought dishonor 
upon his glorious Leader. Thus, tlien, in every re¬ 
lation of life Lansing lived for duty. It ouly needed 
that he slmuld crown such a life by a correspond¬ 
ing death, to make his brief career as complete as 
it was beautiful. Nor was this seal ofcomjileteness 
wanting. When he died^ he died as he had lived— 
for duty. He fell at the post of duty ; died bravely, 
with his face to the enemies of his country, interpos¬ 
ing his manly' form as a shield for you and me 
against the danger which rolled up as an engulfing 
whirlwind upon our Northern States; died, as his 


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superior ofiicer testifies, “gallantly leading his men.” 

All ! it was a glorious death. It is always 
Bweet and honorable to die for one’s country. But 
to die for such a country and for such a cause ! 
To die at the very moment of victory—victory 
at last for the dauntle.ss but sore tried Army of 
the Potomac! Yes, and at the moment, above 
all, which the historian will record as the hour 
that struck the knell of victory for tiie Union and 
doom for the Pebellion ; when, from the Potomac 
to the Mississip[)i, at Gettysburg!! and Helena, at 
Vicksburgli, at Shelbyville and at Port Hudson, a 
great shout of triumph went up from the armies 
of Liberty, and the flags of the Confederate Despot¬ 
ism went down, never to rise again on the soil they 
had so long desolated and disgraced. 

It is considerations like these, which transform 
the otherwise mournful aspects of this day into a 
triumph. It is considerations like these, which sus¬ 
tain the bereaved hearts of })arents and kindred in. 
this trying hour. I know that a parent’s heart alone 
“ knoweth its own bitterne.-isICachel weeping 
for her children refuses to be comforted because 
they are not. But I know also tliat I address those 
who can appreciate the thought, that death, how¬ 
ever early it comes and however mujh of bloom 
and promise it cuts down, is far from being the 
worst of calamities. I know that the fs-ther who 
couhl say, though his heart was crushed with per¬ 
sonal bereavement, “ I bade him God-speed when 




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he left me, and if it were to be done over again 
I would do no different,’’ is not unsustainel amid 
his sorrows. It is not ever}’ parent, who is privileged 
to make so large and costly an offering to country 
and liberty, to God and humanity. It is not every 
parent, who can lay to heart the sweet ^consolation, 
“ My son lived and died for duty?” “How many fall 
as sudden, not as safe.” Far worse than deatli to 
have a coward, a traitor, or a sympathizer with 
traitors for a son ! 

Kor is there one of us, who mny not be instructed 
and animated bv the lesson of this brief, but brave 
and beautiful career. I think, that we must all go 
away feeling anew the earnestness and serious¬ 
ness of life, desfiising the ends of selfishness .and 
folly, and thrilling with the superiority and noble¬ 
ness of a life consecrate ! to Duty. I think we must 
all be quickened in our devotion to that cause, which 
has been made doubly sacred by the blood of Lan¬ 
sing Hollister. I think we must all murmur the ear¬ 
nest pra3er, “Let me die the death of the right¬ 
eous— and may my Lord, when he comeMi, find me 
too at the post of duty, my face to the foes of truth 
and righteousness, and my heart at peace with God!” 

Our young hero, as he lay dying in the arms of 
a comrade, (whose kindness to him and to others de¬ 
serves the Lasting gratitude of all who prize the com¬ 
fort of our brave beys,) had time and consciousness 
to leave but one message. “ Bear me,” he said, (and 
oh ! what tender recollections must have rolled over 


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his spirit at that moment,) “Bear me to my home, 
and lay tne among the green graves of my fathers.^’ 
By the favoring providence of God and the prompt 
activity and kindoess of friends, we are enabled to 
fulfil thy dying wish to-day, my brother. Amid that 
stillness of reverent applause, which is so much 
deeper than the noisy plaudits of the world—sur¬ 
rounded by the insignia of the cause for which thou 
offeredst up thy life, and the honors of a grateful com^ 
munity-^we bear thee, with proud and swelling 
hearts, with a soldier’s honors to a soldi3r^8 grave. 
Farewell, young hero ! Thou hast not lived in vain. 
Long years after this congregation shall have fol¬ 
lowed thee to the tomb and perhaps have been for¬ 
gotten, men, as they look with pride over the mag¬ 
nificent heritage of freedom which thou and others 
like thee preserved and redeemed by their valiant 
deeds and martyr deaths, shall visit thy grave 
among the hills, and teach their children to speak 

proudly and lovingly the name of- La.nsino 

Hollisteh. 



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